Daughters are a special gift
A blessing and a trial
But ours to hold nonetheless –
If only for a while
And in their eyes, we see ourselves
As once we were young too
But days and years fly by too fast
As they are prone to do,
Soon we find ourselves in our grandma’s shoes
With lovely daughters by our sides, in roles we rarely choose
Our roles reversed, or so it seems
to those who don’t believe
The joy to be my daughter’s child
Until I have to leave
(maybe someday I will rewrite this, it needs it – but I kind of like it the way it is too so…)